Xiao Xian was resting with his eyes closed, whereas Zhang Yiyi... Wang Shuai was taken aback, their gazes meeting in the rearview mirror.
Baozi face? Wang Shuai saw a special meaning in her eyes, feeling as if his heart was pricked by a needle. He averted his gaze, while in the back seat, Zhang Yiyi silently bit her lips and lowered her head.
Under Xuerou's steady driving at two hundred kilometers per hour, it didn't take long for the three to reach the city. After getting out of the car, Xuerou still followed the rules and thanked Wang Shuai.
"Yiyi, you haven't bought your train ticket yet, why don't you come to my house tonight?" Xuerou also noticed the exchange of looks between Wang and Zhang a moment ago and wanted to properly advise Yiyi. She had thought that Yiyi's feelings were just typical youthful admiration, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
